Amber
Amber nodded to Elle. "Yes. Hang on." She walked out of the kitchen, yelling Logan's name. He came up in his wheelchair. "Yes, Amber?" "Could you show Elle to my room? I'm working on making food." Logan smiled softly and nodded. He looked around Amber and saw the silver haired girl. "Hi, Elle. I'm Logan. Want to come with me and I'll bring you to Amber's room?" He said. He spoke softly so he wouldn't scare her. He remembered the first time he'd met Amber.
Amber was a couple years older than when she'd escaped, but she kept the crew cut, even as her body grew. Logan had walked in to her, while she was sleeping on the streets. It was summer and really hot... and she had a scarf wrapped around her neck. Okay, now that had to be a hint that she was hiding something. He'd invited her over to have dinner with him. She looked confused, not used to the kindness. Especially from strangers. But she nodded, without saying a word. When he asked for her name, while at his penthouse, and she'd said her number for Manticore. He blinked, so confused as to what she'd just said. "Amber." She told him. Her voice was rough, not used to speaking. He nodded and smiled. "Don't be afraid to come here, Amber." He gave her a spare key.
He hadn't seen her for so long.... Up until a year ago. She'd showed up heavily beaten and crying.